Turn Off the Beeper

She said you changed I said its the reefer I just keep smoking my problems got deeper Holding my head but still duct from the reefer Voice in my head is about as loud as the speaker Turn up the bass And turn off the beeper Heres to the moment Fuck sleep we don't need her Mob with the homies and sip to Wockesha Spilling the purp I might tye die my beater Making a change I feel like a leader I'm robbin a homie see you I kia A libra a libra I'm scaling the reefer my meter a fever I'm hot like a heater I'm making it steeper to climb In my speaker They eager and eager but climbing gets deeper I'm making a way with this new 808 I got reefer and ya if you still on the way Hop out and skate I'm like Wayne in the day I might play em this tape Get my shit on the way Make em slam on the brakes Hit the curve at the 8 Hoppin out and they say yo that shit gone be great All I want is some money a million in 100s I'm counting it up in my dreams till we run it My bitch acting funny I said get some money I'm smoking on Za and that shit got me blunted I say what I want And I do what I said If nobody got hurt then that shit ain't regretted I know where we headed it's straight the lettuce Droppin the yacht in the Venice Throwing the guap like confetti Making it heavy rubber band pop like a leavy Bitch I'm still broke Don't keep on asking for fetti Throw yo legs up when you ready Dennis the menace Shape up my image Full ammunition Fucking yo bitches Throw that shit up Look like a punk Damn that shit lit Bitch we all crunk Fucking it up slut Now she a buster Bitch swerve Nobody love her Till she recovers Still serve Never give up Remember theses bitches was sus And now they gone drop like my nuts These hoes be fucking in love Sippin on molly and crips she feeling down on her luck Just gave her some dick and a kiss And now she keep counting it up Lay that shit down that shit tough Aint talking bout steak but we buff This a filet how we cut I'm talking bout coke on her butt I come from rollin around in the gutters And since I've been trappin I'm up with my brothers Remember the cold of the wind on my feet Sleepin in trenches on couches or rubble And I use to break into houses for cover And take me a shower and sleep where I wanna I'm looking for diamonds ain't talking Rihanna I take what I find this a gem from yo mommy It's one of a kind imma pawn that bitch comma Some shit im not proud of so smoke marijuana I'm inhaling flower and prepping for karma I'm living life sour but feeling like Rama Yeah We just fucked up Kid fucked up Lid tuck seen much All my bitches rocking with coke and cream cuff I'm with my homies smoking Cali got that green puff I'm looking sour with that flower let it sink up We ride rusted in the bucket with the mean mug I'm that shit you smelling over there and over here If I say that imma do it then bitch I appear I'm in the game on a rocket and I'm blasting off Bitch